Spring Mornings Part 1
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The April wedding was a very small private affair with a local judge presiding, Debbie as matron of honor and Mark's old quarterback, Marcus, as best man. Their household now had two Mrs. Matthews and the happy trio honeymooned in their own home. It was a weekend of total debauchery, sex and sleep. The only difference from that of a normal weekend was the lack of studies. Mark and Kiki were still taking classes but decided a few days away wouldn't kill them.
The INS paperwork was filed requesting permanent resident status for Kiki and, pending any future investigation, would be granted in whatever time frame the lords of bureaucracy deemed necessary. Kiki began the process of obtaining citizenship, relinquishing the ties to her birth nation without a second thought.
May brought the end of the school year and exams. Amazingly, both Mark and Kiki breezed through their tests hardly breaking a sweat. Probably because they studied together huddled on the couch while Debbie provided them sustenance (food and tea, no coffee!), moral support and care for the baby. She would often curl up next to them the three as close as a pack of puppies squirming next to each other. It was a perfect system except being together there was a tendency for hands to stroke, fingers to tickle, lips to nibble and more often than not study sessions devolved into three-way fuck-fests with books and papers forgotten on the floor.
Debbie was happily surprised to find just how well her two spouses did in academics although when she really thought about it she realized it shouldn't have surprised her at all. She had known almost from the day they met that Kiki was a brilliant, truly gifted, young woman with an iron-hard work ethic. She was already destined to graduate with honors even given her prior circumstances and now, with a rock solid support system, bloomed in the classroom. Before she was shy and reclusive, speaking out seldom and then only when called upon. Now she had a family that supported her, believed in her and without any doubt loved her to the very center of her being.
With this came self-confidence and assertiveness without being overbearing; she was an intellectual asset to any class she took. She was someone that knew her own self-worth and her value to the ones who loved her. She was highly in demand as a study partner (politely declined) by fellow students and as research assistant (accepted when it fit her schedule) to influential professors and visiting doctors. As a fourth year student she was already receiving tentative offers for employment upon graduation.
No, Kiki was not the surprise, but Mark was. Yes, she had always known he did well in school (except Human Sexuality that she loved to tease him about) but there was absolutely no reason he shouldn't be a basket case now. After all while still in high school he took his mother as a lover, excelled in sports, and earned a full ride scholarship to a prestigious college. His only accomplishment in college so far was: be a football hero, become the object of desire by practically every cutie coed, father a child, marry his mother's lover and spend hours each night servicing two nymphomaniacs. Something almost every young man does, right? Debbie worried about him sometimes and talked about it with Kiki.
During one of their girl talks, just sitting at the kitchen table drinking tea, the subject again came up. Kiki got a thoughtful look and sat silently for a bit.
"It's his focus," she finally said. "He has his life focused on family, football and fucking." She still blushed when she said it but continued, "These F's give him the ability to focus on the big A: academics. To him the school work is just something he needs to do to allow the other three to continue, and I'm not sure but that football is the same to him: just a job that needed to be done and done well."
"True," replied Debbie, "but I wonder if I have stolen his youth, forced him to grow up too quickly, deprived him of his childhood? Does he resent the burden we place on him? I mean he doesn't go out guzzling beer with his teammates, can't chase girls who would just love for him to catch them, or anything else that normal young men get to do before they have to settle down."
"Well," Kiki said with a very innocent look on her face, "why don't you ask him the next time he's eight inches deep in your ass riding you like a bull taking his cow. Please let me know if he thinks he's being deprived."
Shocked at hearing this coming from her normally reserved and demure co-wife, the words took awhile to sink in. As they did, she realized how utterly ridiculous it sounded when said out loud. She knew exactly what he would say, especially if asked at that particular time. Envisioning the scene of her turning her head to look at him and ask if he felt deprived as he pile-drove his massive cock up her shit chute was utterly hilarious. She started to giggle, then to chuckle and then broke into uncontrollable laughter, tears streaming down her face. Across from her Kiki tried to maintain an impassive façade but when her co-mate's laughter broke free, hers followed. Soon both women were snorting, gasping and laughing, holding hands across the table.
At just that moment Mark chose to stroll into the kitchen. Seeing the two laughing women he casually asked, "What's so funny?"
Instantly the laughter ceased like a switch had been turned off. They looked at him with an innocence that guaranteed butter wouldn't melt in their mouths. As one they turned to look at each other and suddenly the two broke down in gales of laughter even harder than before if that was possible. Instinctively he knew this was something he might not want to know about. Slowly, not turning his back on them, he inched his way to the counter to draw a cup of tea. Warily he watched them. Their attention was back on him again and he felt like a piece of raw meat being eyed by two hungry lionesses. The laughter had subsided to mere bursts of giggles but still their eyes impassively followed him.
"Come over here, husband," Kiki said demurely watching him through fluttering eyelashes. "My co-wife and I have a question for you." Debbie's eyes went big and round as she looked over at the girl, she minutely shook her head, no. Kiki just smiled sweetly back at her.
Mark could almost hear the sirens going off in his head, the flashing red lights, the Robot, his arms waving wildly saying "Danger, Will Robinson! Danger!" Cautiously he approached the table, like a mouse asked to sit with two very beautiful but deadly cats. Setting the cup down, he turned a chair around and sat astride leaning his elbows on the chair back.
"Yesss?" he said warily.
Turning back to him Kiki said, "My co-wife has been worried that you may feel deprived, that we may have stolen your ― how do you say? ― young manhood. She thinks that maybe you don't like to be cooped up with us two, that you can't do what other young men at the school do. You're a married man now, can't go drinking, chasing young girls, go on these panty raids. Well, husband, tell the truth: Do you feel deprived? Is there something you missed that you would want to do?"
Relief flooded him ashe sighed heavily. "Is that your question?" Looking directly at his mother he continued, "Do you really worry about that?" Debbie just looked at him anxiously. Chuckling he reached out to grab a hand of each in his. Looking straight at his mother he said, "Oh my yes I'm deprived." Her look went from anxious to morose as he continued, "I am the proud father of the world's most perfect child. I am married to the two most beautiful women I have ever known, both of whom I am madly in love with. I get more sex than any four men should; I'm at a great school for which I don't pay a dime; and I get to play football hero. Sounds like deprivation to me." He stood up and bent down to gently kiss his mother.
"I realize my life is not what one would call normal," he said standing up straight, "but I thank the powers that be every day for what I have. I see what my peers go through every day, getting drunk, trying to get laid, doing as little as possible and still pass. They are trying to put off growing up as long as possible, just like Peter Pan. Well I've seen the grown-up world and to me it's nothing to fear; in fact, it's something to be cherished. I know I'm still very young and it may sound silly but with you two my life is already complete. Whatever comes in the future will just be a bonus to what I already have.
"Do I feel deprived? No. What I feel is pity for everyone who doesn't have what I already do. Now you can go on and worry about this all you want but you can be sure I won't." Cocking his head as if hearing something he continued, "Now I think I hear the baby asking to take a little walk around campus." He rounded the table, gave Kiki a quick kiss and started for the door flinging back over his shoulder, "Who knows what we'll find? You know nothing attracts girls like a baby."
"And if you find one," Debbie yelled at his departing back, "just be sure you let her know she can only have what the two of us leave behind!" They heard his laughter as he walked down the hall.
Looking over at Debbie Kiki smiled and said, "Are you satisfied?"
"I guess so," sighed Debbie, "it must be the mother in me still wondering if he's going to be all right ... if what I do with him is right."
"Ah yes," harrumphed Kiki, "Well you're not his mother, anymore. You're his wife. You're the mother of Eve, not the man. He's happy, I'm happy, you're happy. If this is wrong then I don't want to be right! What we have is different yes, but it is good, very good! Hie? Yes! Now I have wash to do. If you're quick you catch up with our husband and help him walk the baby, and maybe keep these big-boobed sluts away from him!"
The warm summer drifted along in a heated haze. Both Kiki and Mark decided to take a couple of summer classes. For Kiki it would mean early graduation; for Mark it would kill some time and help catch up from the lighter schedule he kept during the football season. Debbie had become interested in writing and both of her spouses urged her to start taking classes part time.
"That's ridiculous!" she exclaimed. "Someone my age taking college classes? Don't be silly!"
The three of them were lying in bed after a particularly amorous bout of lovemaking and somehow Debbie had ended up in the middle flat on her back.
"Silly? No, silly is not trying." Mark was on his side propped up on his elbow looking at her. "Silly is not seeing if it is something you might like to do. Silly is thinking that 'someone my age' can't or shouldn't do this or that. Evening college was designed especially for someone like you. It allows nontraditional students the opportunity to try different things while not forcing you to take classes during the day. Let me point out a couple of things to you. And mighty fine points they are I might add"
Causally reaching over he lightly flicked one of her nipples that jutted up into the air. A little drop of milk flew over to hit Kiki on the end of her nose.
"One: You have an interest in writing."
The younger woman giggled tried to lick her nose and flicked the nipple closest to her.
"Two," she said, "We are here to take care of the baby at night." Milk droplets flew hitting Mark in the face.
"Stop that, you two! You're teasing me." Debbie wanted to be cross but the little bit of attention her nipples were getting was already lighting little flames of desire. Her breasts began leaking, small droplets forming into larger drops poised on the tops of her teats.
"Three," said Mark flicking more milk in his junior wife's direction, "you have an interest and it would be a shame not to find out if you really like it."
"Four," Kiki grinned evilly sending even more back his way, "you're not too old, you're just right."
"And five," another flick of sprayed milk, "we aren't going to stop until you say yes!"
"Okay! Okay, I'll do it! You're going to hurt me if I don't!" Her voice sounded a little hoarse, shaky and totally lacking in conviction. In fact her nipples felt no pain, just a burning desire.
"Here I kiss and make better." Kiki leaned over and drew a nipple into her mouth and began to softly suckle. Mark did the same with the teat on his side. In unison their hands began to roam over the woman's body, touching here, caressing there. Debbie's body was on fire. The feeling of her two lovers nursing, their touch lighting fires up and down her skin, her legs opened without conscious volition exposing her now sopping pussy to their ministrations. Kiki's fingers touched her there first, gently following the outer lips, caressing her Venus mound, finally delving into her to stimulate her clitoris.
Finding her co-wife wet and ready Kiki released the nipple she was sucking and began to kiss and nibble her way down the older woman's body. Rolling over she positioned herself on elbows and knees, her lips firmly attached to her friend's cunt. Still working her fingers in and out she kissed and licked at the pink lips slowly and gently.
Mark's hand traveled down toward the inviting slit only to find it otherwise occupied. He broke his lock on his tit and looked down to see his junior wife lapping his senior wife's cunt. He scrambled to his hands and knees, pausing to give Debbie a long, deep kiss, their tongues entwining and caressing within her mouth. She moaned into his mouth as Kiki's tongue lightly brushed her clit.
Breaking the kiss Mark moved to the bottom of the bed where Kiki's magnificent ass stuck up in the air inviting, almost daring him to mount her. He parted her cheeks and bent down to lick her now dripping slit. Up and down his tongue roamed capturing the little drops of girl juice forming on the tiny petal-like folds of skin.
On the next trip up the slit his tongue brushed lightly over the small puckered asshole so daringly exposed. A low moan issued from the girl's mouth firmly implanted in cunt. Without hesitation he elongated his tongue and poked it past the little ring of muscle into her tiny anus. Kiki shivered, the feeling of his soft/hard tongue entering her tiny portal was as exciting as it was unusual. She had seen Debbie take him up the ass, marveling that so small an opening could accept such a massive object, but the pleasure her friend received from such treatment was undeniable. She had been willing to try to train her own ass to accept him but she could only get the medium sized dildo inside her and that with a considerable amount of pain.
Debbie and Mark had agreed that ass-fucking was not for her, although she did enjoy a finger or two stuck in there while being eaten or fucked. The sensation was completely different from a hard dry digit; this felt like a small live animal was crawling inside her. The feeling was both scary and terribly erotic. The fact that he was willing to stick his tongue in her there drove her desire to fever pitch. She momentarily lifted her face from the delicious cunt and called back to him. "Fuck me! Fuck me now!"
His oral digit withdrew from the small puckered orifice and giving it one more lick he moved forward to press his groin to her. Her legs splayed out slightly as she arched her back presenting herself for mounting. Grabbing his cock he ran the head up and down her slit wetting it with her juices. Placing the glans at her entrance he began to hump his hips at her causing the mushroom shaped head to part her lips and enter a fraction of an inch more with each thrust.
As she felt him begin to enter Kiki started to rock back towards him pushing his thick rod even further into her sopping pussy. As the flared head passed beyond the outer lips and firmly lodged in the steamy tunnel Mark released his cock and brought his hands to her hips, lightly pulling with her movements as she impaled herself on his thick shaft.
As each inch of his turgid member worked its way slowly into her tight tunnel, the feeling of being split apart coursed through the young woman's body. No matter how many times he screwed her the moment of his entry always felt the same: the intense pressure of a huge object being jammed into her tight cunt. She could feel every ridge and vein as his cock pushed everything in its way to one side in its single-minded journey to plum her depths. It felt like she was sitting on a fence post and slowly sliding down around it. The feeling was wonderful. Having that huge piece of meat slide into her certainly gave her a filled feeling but also one of being fulfilled. She never felt more of a woman, a female, then when he was using her as a receptacle for his lust.
Oh, she had felt more loved, desired, even wanted before. There was nothing like the sweetness of lying curled next to Debbie, soft body to soft body, or sitting in Mark's lap as they did nothing more than kiss and caress. Tenderness yes, love yes, those feelings were not for these times. This was lust. This was a male taking and breeding his female. She understood why Debbie called him her stallion during lovemaking, why she screamed to be bred, because that is what he was doing. When he began to pound into her, clenched in the vise-like grip of his hands, she knew that right then she was not just his wife, she was his bitch being bred, his mare being used to propagate the species. She arched her back allowing, no, demanding that he deposit his seed as deep into her as possible, unconsciously willing his sperm to fertilize her egg, impregnating her.
His full eight inches fully implanted, Mark began to back out, the muscles around the walls of her cunt contracting, gripping, trying to prevent him from leaving her. Back until the head was the only part still left inside, then a quick thrust forward driving into her until his glans banged into her cervix. As he begins the long slow pistoning strokes a moan involuntarily escaped her joining the moans coming from her lover whose cunt she has been so sweetly torturing.
His strokes become slightly quicker, they were now one fluid motion as he plunged in and out, out then in. Her tongue lashed into the sopping slit rasping along drinking the juices flowing from the older woman. Debbie's moans were becoming shrieks, her hands held Kiki's head trying to press that delightful tongue deep into herself. It was a three-way race to see who would cum first, a race that all would win and none would lose.
Having cum twice before that night Mark had an unfair advantage over the other participants. While his desire was high his need to cum was blunted allowing him the pleasure of hammering away at Kiki's super-tight cunt without exploding too quickly. Debbie was the first to go, her orgasm flashing inside her, legs closing up and around Kiki's head. Kiki felt Debbie's orgasm as the cunt tried to clamp down on her tongue and thighs closed to press against the sides of her head. Like a chain reaction this orgasm sparked her own as the feel of the pounding cock was suddenly displaced by the waves of intense pleasure emanating from her groin. Her hands fondling Debbie's ass clenched, fingernails digging into the soft flesh. She was unable to move in her climax. Trapped in a headlock at one end and impaled at the other, the best she could do was hang on and accept the feelings as they burned through her body.
Mark could feel Kiki's orgasm as he could hear Debbie's. The soft, accepting cunt he had been fucking suddenly gripped his cock like a homerun hitter gripping a baseball bat. Her muscles almost vibrated, he shortened his stroke and quickened the pace. He rabbit fucked her, hips blurring as he jabbed in and out. Finally the pressure became too much and he drove in one final time burying himself as deeply as possible before spewing into her grasping orifice.
All three collapsed in a pile of tangled limbs heaving breasts and sweaty bodies. For awhile there was no real effort to disentangle themselves. Kiki rested her cheek on Debbie's thigh, Debbie lightly stroking her young lover's hair. Still firmly implanted Mark held Kiki and rolled to the side where they lay spoon fashion still locked in coitus.
"Well," Debbie said after awhile, "I don't think you two fight fair but I guess I will have to take those classes now."
Surprisingly Debbie found that she really enjoyed the writing classes she took at night. The students were generally older, some even in their seventies; few were in a degree program and therefore interested in the class for its content and not just as another required credit. The instructors were fairly laid back responding to the maturity and interest of their students. Of course Debbie got hit on like a piece of raw meat in a bear-baiting contest, even one bull-dyke creative writing instructor thought she might like a little private tutoring.
Debbie was flattered by the attention but completely unimpressed. Sex she had, love she had, she already had everything they professed to offer and had no desire to try any stranger. One thing she did love to do was dress a little provocatively. Short skirts, heels, hose, neckline with a little cleavage, makeup and just a hint of perfume. Mark laughingly called her a prick tease and said she look like the poster child for Justifiable Rape. This always got him a big kiss, a little squeezing tease of his own prick and a promise of much more than a tease later. She loved to see the sexual pressure in the classroom start to rise when she sat down and crossed her legs, or gave an oral presentation in front of the class, or for that matter when she just stretched and yawned.
It was a fun game that she hadn't played for many, many years and really couldn't believe she could play now. Until one night she wondered if she had gone too far.
She was walking back to her car after class let out a little after 9:30 when a shape moved on the edge of her vision. SNICK! She turned and saw a grubby little man holding a knife inching toward her, a knife gleaming in his hand.
"Well what do we have here, a pretty lady," he hissed. "Want some company tonight, pretty lady? Sure you do. You just come with me and I promise I won't hurt you. We'll have all kinds of fun, yes we will."
Debbie was terrified, her books dropped to the ground, she tried to think of what she should do, where she could run. He approached, a beam from the parking-lot lights reflecting off the knife. Her mind blanked out; all she could think about was her baby and how she would miss her growing up. Tears began to stream down her cheeks.
Suddenly a large shadow appeared behind her attacker and he became airborne. The shadow moved too quickly for Debbie to follow but as soon as her ex-attacker hit the ground there came a crack that could only be ribs breaking followed shortly by a number of solid thumps leaving no doubt that other parts of his anatomy were no longer naturally connected. The would-be rapist was little more than a heap of dark rags on the ground.
The shadow straightened and turned toward Debbie. Whoever it was was huge! The lighting behind the figure softened his outlines until he looked more like a great grizzly bear than a man. Debbie's heart almost stopped. Could this be even worse than her previous attacker? Fear caught her breath, allowing her only short, shallow gulps of air.
"Are you all right, Ms. Matthews?" the shadow spoke. As he spoke the form moved toward her and into the light of one of the street lamps.
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